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Sweet as pie
In the real world I’m paid to listen. Here I give hair advice and share the lessons I’ve learned that my mother couldn’t teach me. These are the lessons I’ve learned from my clients over the years. The women who “Raised me,” we’re the ones who sat in my chair and watched me grow from…
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The TRUTH about ENVY
The lesson I learned about envy when I was just eighteen years old, was later verified by the universe. I like to call it, the truth about envy. You see, ENVY tells you the truth about what you really want. Growing up very poor, didn’t afford us many nice clothes or shoes, or anything that…
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I stumbled upon this long lost poem in the bottom of a drawer…it was written 2008
The way you look at me isn’t the same, since the first time you called me that name. The truth is, I’ve taught you how to treat me. The truth is you’ve learned how to mistreat me. You said it in so many words but what I got was what I deserved, it was my…
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HAIR on FIRED… when it’s time to ASK a client to go.
Some clients become closer than others, especially when they come frequently. Before the days of Dry Bar, some of my clients would come weekly for blowdries. These were mostly people who were busy or had difficulty styling their own hair. Or they were just people who really cared how they looked and had a lot…
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Heading southbound, leaving this old town, trying to find a place to belong…A journey of self love and overcoming shame.
Driving down the coast line on Highway one, LA bound. “I was leaving this old town.” I guess somehow I knew that would be “no going back”, not for me. I had clear vision of “what” I wanted to be, but really no thought payed to “who” I wanted to be. Blasting my portable radio…
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A sixth sense reveals the TRUTH behind the lies! A story of coincidence or clairvoyance?
As I write this I wonder what pathways, as in memories, have been planted and paved incorrectly in my mind. Now at age fifty, I’m very aware that our perceptions of things we experience is our own virtual reality of sorts. I told myself the basic reason I moved out of my parents house at…
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Don’t hold your breath, HEAL your body… A DEDICATION TO Louise Hay
I was almost seven when my daddy moved away. I remember him driving, down that long gravel road, holding my breath, as he drove out of sight. From that day on, my breathing remained shallow from my rib cage up, never deep from my belly unless I was alone. I would cry at night in…
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How I met HOPE on the shower floor.
I lay naked on the shower floor, naked, flooded with tears of excruciating pain. This time I’d reached out in a hurry to get moving that morning. I was squeegeeing the shower glass, when my back went out! This was the feeling all too familiar over the past years since early motherhood. One of the…
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When death becomes her… a true story, of LOVE in the room.
Love is here, present here, inside and all around us, in the room. It is the basis and foundation of every breath and every sentence spoken. monixo My client was very sick and this was her first at home appointment, requested by her family, since she couldn’t bring herself to ask me to go out…
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Why HAIR really matters…FOLLOW@hairadvicebymoni
Some people look at me like I’m crazy, when I say, “HAIR REALLY MATTERS,” but let’s talk about this for a minute… Have you ever had a bad hair day? Have you ever taken a look in the mirror and wanted to hide from your own self? I guarantee if you’ve headed out in the…
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